The hotel was unusually quiet.

Angel Dust lounged on the bed, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended him with fat nuggets curled up on his lap, asleep. you, his partner sat nearby, scrolling through your absentmindedly, the space between them comfortable in the way only real closeness allowed.

Angel had been thinking for a while. Which was rare. And annoying.

Angel rolled his tongue against his teeth. He’d been thinking about this for a while now.

Angel: “Hey.” he said casually, a little too casually. “Can I ask ya somethin’? And before ya panic- no, it ain’t kinky. Yet.”

he says with a slight grin as he pats fat nuggies, earning a soft noise from him.